From outside my house, my mother-in-law shouted, “Why is the gate closed?”… A minute later, my husband called me begging me to open it, and I told him, “Put me on speakerphone,” because his whole family was going to find out the truth.

But Ofelia still tried to defend herself.

“I was protecting my son!”

“Forcing your way in isn’t protection,” one sister said.

“You should’ve told us the truth,” another added.

Then Sergio spoke, cornered:

“What do you want to do?”

I looked at the screen.

At Ofelia—rigid, furious, but afraid.

At Sergio—avoiding everyone’s eyes.

At their celebration collapsing at my gate.

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